Are You An Alchemist?

The hearts made of Iron metal, Always attracted to the worldly magnets, Not by the Gold, that has high standard, Let us Change our hearts into the gold, No more attracted to the vicious scandal, Can be melted with people of golden heart, Be an alchemist, work in your conducive lab, Where the times fly as the day dreams, Exoteric and esoteric are the cooks, Holding their desired principle spatula to mix, Be an alchemist, you have the power to tweet, To face the world not with the rusted iron heart, You are the gold, gleaming as the celestial occupants, Will be desired by all, to take something from your thought, Time should have gone bolder, so you look much matured, Return to the days of young, it is the desire of all, Elixir of life is within you, to make your heart gold or the rust.